Because You're Mine

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Spider

While talking about Vee during the meeting he had realised how little he knew about her. After receiving her complete background check he hadn’t read further than the top page. The page told him she was clean and it was enough for him to offer her the job. Now he wondered what he had missed by not reading it.

That’s how he found himself at his desk reading through the couple of pages Fish had sent him. The more he read the wider he smiled, his woman was perfect for him in every way.

She was adventurous and her interests were as varied as his. From surfing to rock climbing, hiking and scuba diving, she did it all. What eased his mind was that she was trained in self-defence and firearms and would be able to defend herself and his son if they were attacked.

God forbid that ever happened.

Locking the file back in the safe he turned out the lights and left his office. The smile he had lost during the meeting was back.

His woman was fucking phenomenal.

It was late when he got back to the duplex and he silenced the alarm before walking in quietly. She had left a lamp on in the lounge, he knew she had done it so he wouldn’t walk into a dark house. With a smile he turned it off, then used his phone to navigate the dark as he engaged the alarm and silently walked upstairs.

His heart clenched in his chest when he checked her room and found her bed empty, instantly thinking she had left, that was until he saw her stuff spread around the room. Where was she?

Rush’s room was dark and empty.

His pulse was racing as he walked into the master bedroom, his room, and there she was.

Stretched out in his bed like a bloody starfish, fast asleep. She had left her hair loose and strands covered her face, bending over her he gently moved them away before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked so damned peaceful sleeping between his navy blue sheets. Looking down at her as she slept bathed in the soft light of the bedside lamp he knew without a doubt that he would not be playing games with Strange.

Earlier tonight he had marked her body with his come, made her his.

Had he come on a woman before? Yes, more than once.

The difference between coming on those women and coming on Vee was like night and day. Those women had been like a practise run before experiencing the real thing.

With the others it had meant nothing. It had been part of their kink, nothing more.

When he came on her, smeared his come all over her with his cock, revelling in seeing himself on her beautiful skin, it meant something to him. With her he wanted to leave it there to coat her body with the smell of him. It was a primitive sentiment coming from some place deep inside him. A predator marking his mate.

Moving away from the bed he went into the bathroom and undressed silently, he only partly closed the door to allow for light. He wasn’t going to turn on the bright bathroom light and wake her, he had a quick shower in the semi dark, making sure not to get his hair wet. He wanted to be clean before getting into bed with her.

She had turned while he was showering and was now on the side of the bed closest to the door. Shaking his head he gently lifted the covers off her then slid his arms beneath her naked body and moved her over to the other side of the bed. She muttered and sleepily pushed at his hands but settled the moment he had her situated.

Sliding into bed he pulled the covers up and over them. Turning towards her he lay on his side, elbow to the mattress and his chin in the palm of his hand, looking at the beautiful woman in his bed. It was where she belonged.

By his side, in his bed, in his life.

Lying down he slipped his arm beneath her body and pulled her towards him. She came to him almost in a rush. She wrapped herself around him with a satisfied hum, her leg over his thighs, her arm over his belly and her head lying on his chest.

He hadn’t cuddled with Ingrid or Strange, he had told them he didn’t like being crowded. He never gave them that intimacy, to be close while he slept.

Now?

Holding her in his arms as she slept virtually on top of him filled him with peace and contentment.

He was holding his woman and it was all he wanted.

The morning would come soon enough when he would have to tell her about the shit that was coming for them.

Closing his eyes he tightened his arms around her then slid his hand down to clasp her ass cheek, holding on to her.

Perfection.

When he woke the room was filled with hazy early morning light and he was alone. Turning onto his back he listened and heard her moving around downstairs. By the sounds of clinking along with the smell of bacon wafting into the room she was in the kitchen. He was suddenly ravenously hungry.

Rolling out of bed he went into the bathroom, forced his morning wood down to have a pee then flushed. Washing his hands he quickly brushed his teeth, then pulled back his hair with a pale blue scrunchie he found in the vanity drawer. In his cupboard he found his favourite pair of grey sweat pants and pulled them on. They had been washed so many times they were soft and extremely comfortable.

He went in search of his woman.

He found her in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts. It hit her at the top of her thighs, leaving her long tanned legs bare. As she moved around and bent he caught glimpses of the cheeks of her ass. His dick twitched and hardened as he watched, imagining her bent over the kitchen island, her beautiful ass on display as he took her from behind.

“I can hear your lusty thoughts all the way over here and it’s not goin’ to happen, big man.” She turned and made big eyes at the bulge in his sweats.

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving his crotch.

“It’s so freakin’ true, a man wearin’ grey sweatpants without underwear is a woman’s kryptonite. It’s like I can’t get my eyes to move away from that monster twitchin’ behind the fabric.”

“No need to stop looking, sweetness, he’s happy to have your eyes on him.” He said teasingly as he moved into the kitchen until their bodies were touching.

Her hands slid up over his abs and pecs to curl around his neck as he reached down and cupped her ass. Her naked ass.

“My baby isn’t wearing panties.” He murmured as he massaged her naked cheeks. “I love it, love finding my girl wearing my shirt, barefoot and cooking breakfast with no underwear.”

Lifting her he moaned as her long legs wrapped around his waist and her naked, wet slit rubbed against his lower abs.

Stepping up to the island he swiped a hand over the shit there to make space. There was a clatter and crashing but he didn’t give a fuck. Setting her ass on the top he grabbed the bottom of her shirt.

“Arms up, sweetness.” He ordered and grinned when she immediately complied.

Dragging his tee off her he threw it over his shoulder, closed his hands over her knees and opened her legs wide. The sight had his breath coming fast and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.

Running the tips of his fingers over her shoulders, down over the tops of her breasts he clasped his hands over them and then gently pushed her, encouraging her to lie down. Holding on to her breasts he moved closer between her open legs.

“You’re glistening you’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you and drive you out of your mind. I’m going to sit between these beautiful thighs and eat my breakfast. And while I’m eating you’re going to lie here and enjoy everything I give you.” He said as he drew his fingers through her wetness.

He didn’t penetrate her lips, just brushed across the tops, spreading the wet already there up to the top of her mound. Putting a hand on her lower belly he grabbed one of the stools and pulled it closer, sitting down between her legs.

It meant he didn’t have to bend down very far, making it easier to play with her.

His dick was so hard it strained uncomfortably against the fabric of his sweats and he dragged the waist down to his thighs, setting his dick and balls free. Having dealt with his sweats he could now focus on eating out his girl.

Licking his lips he glanced up over her body and met her shining lust filled eyes.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked softly, biting his bottom lip when she nodded.

Dipping down he extended and flattened his tongue and slowly, oh so slowly, dragged it up her outer lips. Stopping before he reached her clit he swirled the tip of his tongue between her lips. She shuddered and he smiled against her flesh.

Pushing her legs open even wider he used the thumbs of both hands to open her wide, exposing the luscious dark pink interior. Keeping his thumbs in place he used his tongue to trace around her tiny hole, not dipping inside. Licking up and then down he let go with his thumbs and sucked her interior lips into his mouth, sucking on them and playing his tongue over them, drawing blood into them as he sucked.

He let go and sat back, smiling when he saw they were now red and no longer dark pink, and slightly swollen. He dove back in, licking, sucking and getting lost in the taste and smell of her.

Beneath his hands and mouth his woman was writhing and moaning, lifting her hips to try and push herself deeper into his mouth. Pulling back he held on to her thighs, forcing her to stop moving.

“Do not move while I’m eating my breakfast, sweetness. When I’m ready for you to move I’ll tell you.” He slapped the top of her mound and grinned with she shuddered and moaned.

“My baby likes me smacking her pussy, good to know. I like smacking it, making it glow for me.” He slapped it again and watched as it turned red.

As she moaned he dipped in, flattened his tongue and licked her, not softly like before but hard, and at the top he swirled just the tip of his tongue around her swollen clit.

Her body jerked and she gasped, trying to close her legs.

There was no way that was happening, not with him sitting right between them.

Soothingly stroking the inside of her thighs he finally gave her what she wanted so badly.

His mouth on her clit.

Closing his mouth over her swollen bud he flicked his tongue over and around it and then he sucked, soft, slow, sweetly.

Her shudders, moans and gasps were loud, he loved how uninhibited she was as she took her pleasure from his mouth. As he sucked he slipped a finger inside her, curled it up a bit and stroked over that spongy group of nerves he knew was going to drive her crazy.

“Please, baby, please. I need more, do it harder.” She moaned.

And because she was his woman and he wanted to give her pleasure he added two more fingers and while sucking on her clit he fucked her hard. Going as deep as he could. She got so wet she gushed past his fingers, dripping down her ass. He knew it was coming and kept at her, hard, enjoying the wet sounds his fingers made as he fucked her.

She convulsed around his shuttling fingers, her back arching off the work top as she came. He kept his fingers going, milking her orgasm and as it slowed he dragged his hand free, clasping it around his aching, iron hard, and leaking cock.

He stroked, hard and fast but it wasn’t good enough. He had to feel her.

Standing he kicked the stool away, dragged his sweats off completely and kicked them to the side. And finally he shoved his shaft against her still pulsing pussy. He slid himself up and down her wet slit, his eyes on how fucking hot his pierced dick looked as he pushed through her swollen red lips, bumping the head against her clit with every thrust.

It felt fucking fantastic but he needed more.

Grabbing her thighs he lifted her legs and threw them over his shoulder, it felt great but it wasn’t tight enough. He needed her tight around his dick.

Clamping his hands around her upper thighs he dragged them together, then leaned forward, forcing her body to bend, and created a tight tunnel for his aching and raging dick.

From just sliding through her wet slit he had changed it, and was now enclosed in hot, slick, quivering flesh. The sensation was as close to fucking inside of her as he could get.

There was no way he could stop his hips from hammering his dick into that amazingly wet hot tunnel. The best was looking down in her blissed out green eyes as he did it.

“Fuck me, baby.” She whispered. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”

Throwing an arm around her upper thighs and bracing the other on the table he held on and fucked her, hard. He shuddered every time his piercings dragged over her clit. The tunnel he had created was so wet it squelched as he thrust faster and faster.

“Oh baby, just like that, I’m goin’ to come again.” She moaned.

He made sure to hit her clit every time and he felt the quivers against his shaft as it slid through her open pussy lips. She became even wetter and then it happened, she came on a wild shout and gushed over his cock.

It pushed him over the edge and he shoved up and over her clit, his cock jerking as he spurted his come over her lower belly. His entire body locked in place as he groaned out his pleasure. When he was finally able to unlock his knees and think clearly he started to withdraw only to have her grab hold of his ass and pull.

“No, baby, please, stay, your cock feels so unbelievably good.” She begged softly.

He knew she had to be uncomfortable with her knees almost pressed to her chest so he slowly straightened. Pressed tight against her ass with her thighs resting against his chest, and her legs over his shoulder, he swirled a finger through the come on her belly.

“I fucking love marking my old lady with my come.” He growled as he drew his finger through his come, using it to write his name across her belly.

She looked down at what he was doing with a small frown.

“What are you doin’?”

“Writing my name on you with my come.” He answered with a satisfied smile.

“Next time I fuck you I’m not coming on your beautiful belly, I will be coming inside you, where I belong. As soon as I get my test results we will be fucking skin to skin. I want to feel you when you come all over my cock and I want you to feel me coming against your walls. Can’t fucking wait, sweetness.”

Not that what he had just done was strictly safe for either of them.

She smiled up at him, her beautiful green eyes filled with anticipation.

Slowly and gently he lifted her legs off his shoulder. Holding them in front of him he opened them wide and slowly lowered them until her thighs once again rested on the work top.

His semi hard dick lay in the wide open furrow of her sex.

He couldn’t resist dragging his fingers over her swollen lips on either side of it.

“Whose pussy is this?” He asked as he ran his thumb over her clit, making her shudder.

“Yours, it’s yours.” She moaned.

She surprised him when she reached down, clasped a hand over his dick and pressed it hard against herself.

“Whose cock is this?” She asked as she squeezed rhythmically.

“It belongs to you and only you, baby. My cock, my body, everything I am belongs to you.” Taking her hands he gently pulled her up, nestling her against his body. She put her arms around his neck and her legs surrounded his waist. He held her and pressed soft kisses to her neck.

Lifting her off the table he held her tight against his body and walked out the kitchen.

“Griffin, put me down, I’m too heavy to carry around.” She gasped in his ear as he started up the stairs.

He slapped her ass, hard.

“You ever tell me you’re too heavy for me to carry around that slap will be nothing like what you’ll get for putting my old lady’s beautiful body down.” He threatened as he walked upstairs, taking them to the bathroom.

They were messy and a shower was needed.

Standing under the hot water he washed her then himself, got out and dried both of them before he moved her into the bedroom.

Taking one of his big tees from the dresser he helped her into it then pulled on a soft pair of sleep pants Genna had bought him for a birthday or Christmas, he couldn’t remember which. He just knew she gave it to him because she thought the cartoon characters were funny. A fucking sponge living in a pineapple under the ocean. It was fucking weird but the pants were soft and comfy.

Pulling Vee into his arms he pressed gentle kisses on the corners of her lips before settling his mouth over hers. He kept it gentle.

“How about we try that breakfast again, sweetness?” He whispered against her mouth.

“Good idea, this time I’m putting on underwear though.” She whispered cheekily.

He grinned, winked and taking her hand led her into her room where he selected the panties he wanted her to wear then helped her to step into them.

He settled the lace boy short panties on her hips, dropped the tee back down and kissed her belly through it.

Rising he took her hand and led her back down to the kitchen.

He was starving and just as he had the thought his old lady’s belly grumbled.

They were going to eat and once done he would sit her down and tell her about the shit that was about to hit the fucking fan. He would give her options though. The choice of how much she knew about him and the club would be hers.

An hour later with breakfast done and the dishes washed he took her hand and walked to the lounge were he settled her on his lap, straddling him so he could see her eyes.

“Before we talk I need to know how much of what I’m involved in you would be comfortable hearing. You have three options. Option one we ignore it and carry on as we have been. Option two I give you an edited version of events. Option three is the one that’s tricky. There are old ladies who prefer to know nothing, or only some of what the club is involved in, but then there are women like Noe, who are fully immersed in club life. If you choose option three you will be joining a very small and select group of women who know everything but never talk about it, except with their man.”

Pulling her head close he kissed her softly. “Time to make a choice, sweetness.”

She didn’t hesitate, not even a fucking second.

“I can take it, give me all of it. Option three.”

He was so fucking proud of her, his sweetness was a warrior woman. He kissed her hard, closed lips with a touch of tongue to her bottom lip.

“You were asleep when I got home last night and I didn’t want to wake you to start the talk we’re going to have now. I’m warning you, sweetness, it’s not good. There’s a good chance you’ll get pissed at me, and at the club in general.”

Her eyes sharpened and took in his expression, she cupped his face in her hands and looked at him, just looked, then gave a slow nod.

“I’m all in, tell me, honey.”

He fucking loved that she had given him a pet name.

But he had difficult things to tell her, things she needed to know.

So he did.

He told her everything. About the Rutherfords, the Fortune gang and the threats from The Foundation and ICI.

He even explained how he had met Strange and how for a moment in time he thought she might be the one he’d been looking for. Only to find she fell far short of what he needed.

She grumbled angrily when he revealed the bitch had targeted him as a way to infiltrate the club.

It was when he told her that Strange was back in the country and might possibly try to get close to him again. Not because she wanted him but to get to the club’s financials.

That was when his woman exploded.

“Fuck her. She had her chance and blew it.” Vee snarled. “You’re mine now and I do not share. Not for any reason. If she comes after me I’ll fight back and fight as dirty as I’ve been trained to do. I’m not some helpless little woman who will faint at the first sign of violence. I will kick her ass.”

Spider shook his head violently, he didn’t want her anywhere near the bitch.

“No, baby, I want you to avoid her at all costs. She’s a black ops agent, trained to kill and she won’t hesitate to take you out if it suits her agenda. We’re going to keep you and Rush safe. Safe from the Rutherfords and their gang buddies, The Foundation and safe from the fucking ICI. We can’t allow any of them to get their hands on you or him.”

She sighed and dropped her forehead to his.

“I get it. If they grab us they will blackmail you in to doing what they want and then they’ll kill us anyway. How are we goin’ to ensure our boy’s safety, honey? He’s with those fucked up people all week except for Wednesdays, and we only have him with us every second weekend. That’s not good not good at all. We have to do somethin’ to convince the judge to give you full custody of our boy, as soon as possible.” She ended on an angry mutter.

He loved the way her accent became broader when she was pissed off. It did the same when she was totally relaxed or turned on.

“We’re working on getting that sorted, Vee. I’ve got people digging into their shit and I’m hoping they’ll find a connection between the Rutherfords and the criminals. It will throw a completely new light on the case, I hope.”

She lifted a hand showing him her crossed fingers. Leaning forward he gave her fingers a quick kiss.

“Are you goin’ into the office today?”

He shook his head. “No, baby, we have mandatory church at 12 and once it’s done I want to spend the rest of the day with you. We could check out some surfing beaches or I can take you sightseeing around the Peninsula. The weather report said it should start clearing today. We won’t be able to take the bikes out though, not because the roads are wet, but because I haven’t had the seat changed on mine yet. I want you at my back when we ride out, not on Marilyn.”

Vee grinned, wide and so beautiful, it warmed his heart.

“Ooh, my man wants to show the world he has his woman on the back of his bike. I like that, I like that a lot. Quite a few of the SWMC brothers do the same, they only have a single seat and a half fender on their rides. Magic says it keeps the bitches from askin’ for a ride on the back of his bike.”

Her eyes narrowed as she thought about something.

“I can’t remember him ever havin’ Evie on his bike. That can’t be right. They were tight before he did whatever he did to fuck it up. Hmmmm.”

Hiding his smile at the calculating look that swept across her face he pushed her hair away from her cheeks and behind her ears, threading his fingers through her hair.

“Let’s not get involved in their problems, sweetness, we have enough of our own at the moment. We’re going to spend the day driving around, checking out the surfing beaches and taking time to get to know each other better. I want to know everything about you. We’re going to stop for lunch where we can sit and look out over the ocean. If it stops raining I want to walk on the beach holding your hand. To end our day we’ll hopefully be able to watch the sunset, our city has the most beautiful sunsets in the world. I want to share them with you, with the woman who came out of nowhere and turned my boring life upside down.”

Dipping down she kissed him, soft, just a touch of lips before she pulled away.

“You say the nicest things. I want to do all of that with you and more.”

Glancing over at the ornate clock against the wall he grimaced when he saw it was eleven thirty already. “I have to get ready for church, sweetness. I didn’t check the time until now.

He stood and walked them back upstairs, leaving her in her room to do her thing.

Tonight he would start moving her shit into his bedroom, this separate room thing was bullshit.

He left her after claiming several kisses.

Setting the alarm he strode down the path towards the clubhouse. The sooner they got this handled the sooner he could get back to his woman.

Little did he know his day was about to take an unexpected turn.